Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.